After evolving from an eagle-man into an angel, I annihilated the gods.

at the same time.

The 997th level of the Abyss World.

On a vast, blood-red plain.

A spatial gate opened, spanning the entire Crimson Plain.

On the other side of the portal between time and space lies a beautiful, endless green plain.

Countless demons rushed into this enormous portal to another dimension.

And further away.

A tall altar made of bones and flesh.

A huge ball of black and red flame rose up on it.

A group of alluring succubi, each carrying a sack of souls, stood around the altar, adding the souls from the sacks to the altar like kindling, allowing the black and red flames to continue burning.

As the souls screamed in agony, the flames surged higher.

A demon king, hundreds of meters tall and covered in fleshy wings, stood on the edge of the altar, emanating an aura slightly stronger than that of a powerful god.

Behind him stood more than a dozen demon lords, including the powerful mid-level demon lord, Balrog Lord Piwickler, whose strength was comparable to that of a mid-level god.

There were also weak demon lords, one cowardly demon lord, but with only a little divine power.

The demon lord Azeba was among them, though he possessed the power of a weak god.

Azeba has had a tough time these past few years, and reaching the level of a weak god is already the result of his hard work.

The Demon King Azkler watched as the demon army marched across the Crimson Plains toward the world of Fland, its endless stream of troops bringing him immense satisfaction.

He looked at Azeba, whose head and body were hunched over, among the demon lords, and laughed heartily.

“Azeba, your main world is indeed teeming with life. Even across the portal, I can smell the endless, delicious aura of souls.”

"Please enjoy, Lord Azkeller!"

Azeba immediately put on a smile and replied respectfully.

The hundred-meter-tall demon king laughed loudly, his voice hoarse and extremely unpleasant.

"Azeba, I'll eat the meat, and you'll all have a sip of soup! But have you sent your entire demon army over there? This is a vast world!"

"They've all been sent, Lord Azkler!"

The demon lords all nodded in agreement.

"That's good!"

Azkeller nodded in satisfaction.

Among the demon lords, Azeba looked at the crimson portal erected on the blood-red plains, then at the black and red flames burning on the altar, and sighed in his heart.

He feels very sad.

Originally, he only wanted to call on several demon lords who were also of weak divine power to attack the world of Ferrand together, and then divide the souls they obtained equally.

Unfortunately, the news was accidentally spread by one of the demon lords with weak divine power, and eventually became the talk of the town in the region, reaching the ears of the demon king Azkler.

Azkeller didn't care at first.

He was severely injured and suffered heavy losses in the invasion war launched by the Silver-Eyed Demon God, so he returned to the abyss to recuperate, and has only recently recovered from his injuries.

But a piece of news caught his attention.

When Azeba fell, millions of beings of his own kind fell with him.

This is a very luxurious base.

When many demon lords first fell to the dead, they had only tens of thousands of demons following them!

Azeba's world must be a vast world.

Therefore, after inviting Azeba to his palace to find out the situation, this scene unfolded.

However, he agreed with the estimate of the strength of this "newborn" great world made by Azeba.

As a former representative of the pinnacle of power in the world of Feland, Azeba's current strength, to a certain extent, also represents the strength of the world of Feland.

As for the demon lord who set off first, he was Azkler's direct subordinate who went in to confirm.

If the world of Feland is really weak, then there's no need for Azeba and the others to go in.

Their legion can go in.

Just then, the soaring black and red flames on the altar suddenly seemed to be extinguished, plummeting to freezing point.